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  1. Driveway

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    So, yes, these first few chapters are re-posts... the new stuff will be coming within the week, I promise thee.

    I should have been more careful. I should have seen where things were headed. Would I have done anything different though? I don't know. Maybe one or two things, maybe everything. If I'd been able to see me now would it have even begun? This is, above all, a cautionary tale. Power corrupts. Remember that and if you ever get the chance...well, make your own choice.

    The Beginning, always a good place to start, don't you think?

    It was the first autumn that I hadn't been in school since I was a child. I'd graduated the previous spring with a degree in visual art from a reputable if unexceptional school on the West Coast of Canada. To celebrate my freedom I did two things, I ended a long term relationship and I went travelling through Central America. Neither of these things are exceptional, thousands of people make the same choices when they reach the point I was at.

    My girlfirend was particularly understanding.
    "I know why." She said sadly, laying a hand on the side of my face. "When you're done. I'll probably still be here." She looked up, half smiling. "Probably. I don't promise anything."

    Costa Rica is gorgeous. The beaches, the jungle, the volcanoes, it's all incredible. Nicaragua is hotter and drier, the people are more open than they are in Costa Rica. El Salvador is amazing in every respect, San Salvador in particular I loved. While there I actually picked up some knock off Viagra. Just to try of course.
    Honduras is still recovering from Hurricane Mitch. Mitch, a category five storm, stalled over Honduras in 1998. There are still whole fields of trees without upper halves.

    By far the best part of central america is Guatemala. Guatemala is the next Thailand. It's beautiful, it's tropical, it's cheap, and it's largely undiscovered by western tourists. I loved it, I absolutely loved it, and really it is the beginning.

    The funny thing about travelling alone...none of your stories begin with "I" they're all "we" stories. You always meet people. Joanna was one of those people. I met her in Antigua, the first place anyone goes when you get to Guate. Tarvellers are lazy, everything gets abreviated. We met at a small bar which on this night happened to be full of Isralies. Isralies are great, they all do their two years in the military and then bugger off and go travelling. Thing is, they travel in packs. On this night their pack was about thirty strong. I found myself leaning against the bar, Gallo (local beer) in hand nodding slowly to the band that was playing, listening to the cacaphony of Hebrew being spoken around me when a voice cut through.

    "Another one?"
    I turned, to see a woman standing behind the bar looking pointedly at my nearly empty bottle.
    "Please." And then, "Where you from?"
    "Canada."

    This immediate comon ground led to a long night of talking and drinking.

    Joanna was from back east, she had also completed a degree and then gone travelling. Joanna was, like the jungles that surrounded us, heart-skippingly gorgeous and carried a similar threat. If you get lost, you're dead. She was tall, five nine or ten, never whore heels. Her mother was italian, her father brazillian. Long, thick dark hair framed olive skin with enormous dark eyes and soft red lips. A thin shirt clung to her sides and plunged at her neck revealing a hint of impeccable cleavage and a divinely inspired hourglass waist. The perfect butt is shaped like an upside down heart, Joanna could have molded chocolate boxes. Her voice was the curl of smoke rising from a cigar, her skin was brandy.

    I was helpless.

    Two days later we left Antigua heading north, our ultimate destination being Tikal. By far the most impressive remnant of the great Mayan civilization. You know in Star Wars when the X-wings take off to kill the death star and there's that incredible shot of massive stone temples rising from unbroken jungle? That is Tikal. We never made it.

    Halfway up, three days out from Antigua we were staying in a tiny town whose name I was never sure of. We learned from a couple kids that near the town were some small ruins. Nothing on the scale of Tikal, but virtually unexplored and unknown. We loaded up and headed out into the jungle. It was a gorgeous day, undeniably hot but not oppressive. We told the old woman who ran the hotel where we were going and when we expected to be back.

    When I think back now that woman looked at both of us and smiled strangely. I think I remember her laughing as we left. But I'm not sure, she may have just smiled kindly.

    We stepped into the jungle, felt it close around us and set off to find the ruins.
     
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    We were about three hours into the jungle when we came upon the river. It was your perfect jungle waterfall plunging into a deep pool with a lazy stream winding away from it. We had both been sweating since we'd entred the thick forest and the sight of that clean, cool water was just amazing. Joanna was the first in, she had her shoes, shorts and tank top off before I even had my backpack down and was plummeting towards the water before I had my shoes untied.


    We splashed around for a while, but were eager to find the ruins. I stood up and started towards the bank when I heard a gasp.


    "Sean." I heard her say with a tremor in her voice. I turned to look and my jaw dropped. There, behind the waterfall was a statue. It must have been twenty feet high, carved into an alcove behind the plunging water. Most of the features had been worn off by the spray, but the form was plainly visible. It was a man, well muscled, and naked. He stood straight, his head looked like it was turned slightly to the left but that was't important. What was important was the massive phallus jutting from the statues groin and the huge, ponderous sack hanging beneath it. The statues cock stood proudly out from his body, sweeping upwards reaching up to the chest of the figure. It must have been six feet long and probably two or three feet around. The sack that was carved below it was equally disproportionate, each teste being larger than a basketball.

    I was stunned. How old is it? I wondered to myself. Joanna, being the adventurous sort, strode up to the statue. She climbed up on a small ledge that put her right at the side of the massive cock.

    "Wow." she breathed as she placed her hand on the huge member and slid it upwards.

    At that moment a jolt went through my body. I FELT her hand. I felt her slide it up the side of my cock and, in that moment, I felt that I had that same enormous cock jutting from the centre of myself.

    "It's soft and.." she stopped, having turned to look at me. I followed her eyes and looked down. Of course, I had come fully erect and my dick had slipped out through the buttonhole in my boxers. there I was, pointing in every sense of the word. I expected to be mortified, I expected her to be horrified.

    I looked up at her and saw.

    I saw her standing there, her hand resting on the side of that brobdignagian tool, water flowing off her body. Her white bra was soaked through. I could see her nipples standing out perfectly, her hair was dripping down over one shoulder, and water followed the curve of her hips down between her legs. I looked into her eyes and saw again. I saw the jungle in her eyes. Dark, dangerous, heavy with promise and secrets.

    She was looking into my eyes as she slid her hand on the statue again. Again I felt it, her hand on me, only again I was huge like the statue. My actual cock, straining from between my legs, lept at the contact. I looked down at it at the same moment she did.

    I've always been bigger than most of my freinds. Obviously, I've measured and I'm nearly eight inches long and six around. By all accounts an entirely respectable size.

    It began at the base of my cock. The real base, way back inside. It was a tightening at first. I groaned and bent over slightly as the feeling spread up along the whole of my shaft and spread down into my balls. I could feel my muscles contract, forcing blood into my cock. Slowly the feeling spread up the whole length of my phallus, from the base to the head. My whole body was starining and I was panting desperately. It felt like I was getting an erection on top of an erection.

    "Joanna" I managed...but we were both staring at my cock. Again, it started from the base out of my groin came a...wave. It doubled the thickness of my shaft and crawled up my cock, the skin was stretched, veins bulging out and the feeling, god, it felt....amazing. I could feel so much power centred in my dick. The wave pushed my cock up and out from my body and rolled up my shaft. I fell onto my knees, my back arched, my cock stood out infront of me and it grew. It grew in thickness, it grew in length. My balls filled and sagged below my proud member and my mouth hung open as gutteral moans fled my throat.

    I don't know how long it took. It could have been secodns, it could have been eons. finally the throbing feeling of growth left and I looked down. My cock stood there, harder than it had ever been, straight up and away from my body. It streched to just below my ribcage and was nearly as thick as a can of coke. I looked up at Joanna. Her eyes were fixed on my cock, flashing with lust like two black jewels, one hand still rested on the phallus of the statue but the other was plunged into her underwear and I could see her furiously plunging her fingers into herself here eyes locked onto my cock her mouth hanging open.

    "Come...come...here..." she managed to pant. I stood up and began walking towards her as she began pounding herself even harder with her fingers. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh...." began coming from her mouth and her legs began to shake.

    My cock, for its part, was so roc hard it barely even shivered as I stood up and walked towards her.
     
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    I could feel the water swirling arond my ankles as I strode towards her, I could hear the pounding roar of the waterfall, I could smell the jungle. None of that mattered. What mattered was the pounding in my cock and the desperate hunger in the eyes of a woman.

    She tore her underwear off her body, easing her access to her starving pussy. She had all four fingers inside herself and was trying to fit her thumb in as well, like she was trying to match the size of my now enormous prick. Her mouth hung open, gasps and pants issuing from it. Her hand worked furiously, corkscrewing into her. Her eyes never wavered for a second, they were fixed firmly to my groin, occasionally they would flick up and down my length and then she would groan deeper and push her hand deeper and her legs would shake harder.

    She collapsed to her knees and bent at the waist, her hand slipping from the statue to join her other hand on her cunt, and then I reached her. Kneeling, her head reached my navel, my cock stood a good four inches proud of the top of her head. She lent forwards, keeping her hands between her legs, like she couldn't bear to remove them from inside her, and reached out with her tongue.

    I said nothing, there was nothing I could say, nothing to say. We were helpless. Her tongue traced a long trail up my shaft and her eyes fluttered, nearly rolling back in her head.

    "I...I need...I NEED..." She finally managed to say through the gasps. Understanding perfectly what she needed, I lifted her to her feet. She tore her hands out of her pussy and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I pressed her back up against the arching phallus of the statue and lifted her hips in the air. She arched back, trying to maneuver her hips above the soaring head of my gigantic cock.

    There was no hesitation, no wondering if she could handle the size. Once the fat, glossy head reached the lips of her snatch, she drove herself onto me.

    Her scream echoed through the humid forest, startling birds from the trees. She had taken nearly half my cock in that first, desperate plunge. She clung to me as a drowning woman would cling to a spar. Her mouth was next to my ear.

    "Oh oh oh god, oh fuck GOD. Never, never anything...FUCK oh fuck me god fuck. So...deep never so deep oh oh OH!!"

    She drove herself further down, I could feel the walls of her pussy stretching apart as the head of my dick bore its way upwards.

    "Jesus FUCK I'm gonna...I'm gonna, oh shit, oh shit. oh-"

    Another scream tore itself from her throat, deeper than the first, more savage. Her hips bucked against me, her tits pressed against my face as she arched her back. Still more of my shaft slid inside her. She fell against me, limp, except her legs wrapped around my waist and her hips, which never ceased their motion.

    "More...I need more." She breathed into my ear. "All of it. Now. please." The last word was a desperate whisper. She leaned back and looked me in the eyes. They were burning with lust, hunger, and...fear?

    I moved my hands onto her hips and forced her down, driving the final four inches of cock into her. Again, she shuddered and screamed as orgasm tore through her.

    "Now fuck me, please please please god so fucking BIG! fuck please..." She began, a littany she maintained throughout.

    That was how it began. How long it lasted, I couldn't say. We fucked endlessly in the shadow of that statue and through it all she begged into my ear for more.

    When I finally felt my enormous balls tighten against me and the orgasm building inside I couldn't have even told you my name. And when I came...there was nothing else.

    That was how it began...where it will end, I have no idea.


    End Chapter One.
     
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    Wow, great writing! Looking forward to the rest!
     
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    I like it. I like the size - complusion thing. The statute and ancient ruin thing is interesting. Makes me want to read more.
     
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    Terrific detail, seductive build up... a Great story. Hope you post more.
    Kind of an Indiana Jones turns God-Mandingo thing goin' on there...
    Let us see where you take it!
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